Translation To: Kokain) Were the friends weighed for me
the white fairy stretches her bow
and on the two halves breaks
she shoots into the face of my worries
the father of all mirrors he whispers quietly in my ear
He waves for me and I bend You are the most beautiful child of all
I hold you like my own blood
you are the most beautiful child
even the bad is good, in me the white fairy sings and laughs
The curiosity lengthens my dream
she has violently made me pregnant
and pregnancy tortures me through the night
He waves for me and I bend the father of all mirrors he whispers quietly in my ear
I hold you like my own blood
You are the most beautiful child of all
you are the most beautiful child even the bad is good, in me
And how I defend myself against the pains of birth
and devour the afterbirth
in the cradle yet still whoring
I see with it to how I give birth You are the most beautiful child.
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